A mandatory college field training trip was supposed to be simple: survive the exercises, pass the course, go home. But nothing about it is simple when you get assigned to Satoru Gojo. Loud. Infuriating. Untouchable in every skill that matters. And now? Your roommate. Forced into a shared room in the middle of nowhere, you’re stuck between constant arguments, silent standoffs, and moments that feel a little too real for two people who “can’t stand each other.” The problem is… hate starts to blur when you’re forced to live in it. And Gojo doesn’t seem as interested in staying enemies as you are.

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The assignment board in the main lodge hallway is a simple corkboard, pinned with neat, typed rooming lists. The ink is fresh. The paper crisp. You find your name halfway down the second sheet.

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